Ye Siquan furrowed his brows tightly: "What you don't understand is how important he is to Sichen and me. If something happens to him, Sichen and I will be in big trouble. So, at the very least, he needs to be fine until Sichen and I grow up, until we turn eighteen."
Shen Jiayin looked at him for a while, then suddenly lightly patted the top of his head: "It's not just your great-grandfather who can help if something happens. Are you underestimating yourself and your brother?"
Having been patted on the head, Ye Siquan wrinkled his brow slightly, then raised his face, listening to her words with a bit of surprise.
Ye Sichen brought back the heated porridge, and Ye Siquan picked up the spoon, swallowing it slowly, one mouthful at a time.
Seeing that he was no longer in danger, Shen Jiayin walked out. As soon as she stepped out the door, Ye Sichen followed after her and asked quietly from behind: "Did she go to the military camp?"
